A square chunk of ice swirls neatly in the amber waters of his Old Fashioned. Clouds pass outside the window. Thousands of metres below, the sapphire ocean sparkles.
He takes a moment to lean forward and observe an anomaly in the waves below. Some dark figure serpentines along the currents. It's size is many times larger than the shadow of the plane.
He blinks. Leans back. Pushes away the Old Fashioned as if it were poison.
'Another, sir?' says a passing hostess.
He shakes his head.
Paddy Dobson
4th August